Real Life

James Bowden

A camping trip. Dirty, stained, smelly, holy. Sleeping under the stars, running free and resting, loving you and the togetherness we share.

Brunch, the aftermath of the party. Friends going home, and you too, knowing it cannot last.

It tears at my heart, like everything lovely and transient are synonymous and no way of wrapping and

Sitting in a hot tub. Laying with you, kissing you like you’ll disappear if I don’t, because you will, knowing with
every piece of my being that tomorrow, I must go back.
Marinating in the comfort of your arms regardless, missing you already and loving you more for it.
Bye? See ya? Sometime, some day? See ya never?
I must return, wake up, this life wasn’t meant for me.
‘twas too good for me.

We had a good run, didn’t we? Didn’t we, darling?